The Poem

Here is that poem that I mentioned the other day. Gilraen wanted me to post it and I said I would on Monday but I just haven't had time till now. Sorry.

Death's Cry

Think me not evil,
my sweet,
for my love for you
is strong

I leave thee not,
becasue of war,
for my life means nothing,
without you

You said once I wasn't
worthy of you,
So I went away crushed by
your words

The haunting look of
your eyes
Played back through
my mind

I fought many fights
for you
My love spurred me on
to die

Wounded and dying
you came
I thought your face was
a dream

But your sweet voice I could
not mistake
the soft touch of your
white hands

New strength I found in
your presence
Your sweet song like life
to my ears

You lifted my hot and
tired head
the lips you pressed to my cheek
were soft

The tears you shed washed
my face
I gained stength but for
one moment

With one last breath
I whispered
My love, think me not evil
in Thy sight

My hand was reached up to
touch you
My fingers ran through
your hair

You laid your forehead
to mine
My last thought was
of you

Do not weep for me,
my love
I died in your arms,
I am happy

Well, like I said its a bit mushy, but you asked for it.